When Ye Fan followed Chǔ Hóngzhuāng into the cave, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end. The Gu inscriptions on the cave walls shimmered with a greenish-grey hue, as if carved from some toxic mineral, and every single pattern exuded a sweet, bloody scent—the distinct aroma of evaporating Gu poison unique to Southern Xinjiang.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's fingertips trembling slightly at her side, the gold-embroidered Gu insects on her colorful dress shimmering with her movements. This reminded him that she had just mentioned the "miasmas being wrong," and it seemed even the Young Master of the Poison Sect harbored wariness toward this cave.
"Head down." Chǔ Hóngzhuāng suddenly reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
Chapter 64